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Holy Days and Gospel Reflections
Holy Days and Gospel Reflections
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Forty-Thought-provoking reflections on select Gospel readings, Feast days, and notable women in the Bible

- Suited for individual meditation or as a resource for group discussion

- A convenient compilation of texts from one of Magnificat readers’ favorite contributors

- A perfect Christmas gift providing year-round inspiration

In her down-to-earth style, Heather brings a convert’s fresh perspective to passages often glossed over by cradle Catholics.
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PublisherBookBaby
Release dateDec 9, 2013
ISBN9781936260904
Holy Days and Gospel Reflections
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Heather King

I am an author with a passion for history and in particular the Regency. I have my own voice, but I like to follow traditional Regency precepts and pen uplifting stories with flowing prose, witty dialogue, engaging characters and bags of emotion -- following with tiny steps in the magnificent wake of Georgette Heyer.I live in a beautiful rural part of the UK and share my home with various life forms, including two ponies, three cats and a rescued 'Staffie' X. When I am not writing, I enjoy long walks with my dog, watching costume dramas and curling up with a good book.From a small child, I have loved to write - and dream. In my bedroom I had a wallpaper with flower-edged squares - just perfect for writing my 'news'. I don't think my mother was very impressed, although I don't recall any major consequences.I discovered Georgette Heyer in my early teens and in my opinion, there are few in the modern era who come close, let alone match her in the Regency genre. We can but aspire, as a friend once said! At this stage my writing career took a back seat when my passion for horses led me off in another direction.My debut novel was 'A Sense of the Ridiculous', a traditional Regency Romance released originally by Musa Publishing and now re-released with a new cover.

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    Holy Days and Gospel Reflections - Heather King

    Preface

    To write for MAGNIFICAT is an assignment I didn’t expect and an honor I couldn’t have imagined.

    Re-reading these three years’ worth of reflections was an interesting exercise. Often the writing seemed entirely new, as if written by another. Often, though I remembered the passage well, I choked up at my own words—not because the writing was so wonderful, but because in their rough way, the words reflected Christ.

    I saw where I could have done better, where the writing and thought were clumsy. Afterwards, I sat at my desk and wept. I thought, They are like a lumpy, misshapen cake made by a child!

    That’s not why I wept, though. I wept because they are still a cake. They are a cake, and they are a cake that perhaps no-one else could have made. They are the fruit of having lost twenty years of my life to alcoholism, of having come to and finding myself with a law degree, of working as an attorney in Beverly Hills, of realizing I was not born for this. In spite of all my wrong turns, I had not lost my child-like heart. That is the surest sign of the Resurrection I know, and when I met the Christ of the Gospels and quit my job to begin writing, I staked my life to it.

    MAGNIFICAT took a chance on me and I am profoundly, for ever, grateful. But who am I, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? Elizabeth asked Mary, and that is very much how I feel: about Christ, about Mary, about the Church that has embraced me. Who am I that you should allow me to appear in your pages? Who am I that I should be given this incredible opportunity to spread the Gospels to the end of the earth?

    I have known for twenty-six years that my sobriety is an astonishing, miraculous gift. After seventeen years in the Church, it is just now beginning to dawn on me that everything is that miraculous, that astonishing, that unmerited. Everything—air, light, life—is that much of a gift.

    Heather King

    Los Angeles, August 2013

    O Holy Night: Advent

    First Tuesday of Advent

    You Have Hidden These Things from the Wise and the Learned

    There was no room at the inn for Mary. Just as would happen today, the innkeeper didn’t announce, Folks, we have a woman among us who is about to have a child, let’s a couple of families combine rooms so she can have a bed! Let us keep vigil! Let us fast, then feast! Just as would happen today, the other guests didn’t rise up and say, O blessed night, O holy night that God has sent this woman among us. They gave her a cursory glance, saw she was poor, said, Oh—too bad, and sent her to the barn. Just as today, the clerk at the chain motel would say, Sorry, fifty-nine dollars plus tax, and the rest of us would likely watch Mary trail back to her broken-down van as we go on snacking, texting, and scrolling through our Dish listings.

    And yet in our better moments, we carry our little prayer around with us as Mary carried Christ. Like Mary, we’re in solidarity with all the poor, all those in exile, all who are powerless, frightened, weak. Like Jesus in today’s Gospel, we rejoice that the kingdom is revealed to the childlike.

    And just as back then, that prayer moves the world. Just as back then, that prayer is seen by the stars.

    Reflection based on Luke 10:21-24

    Heavenly Father, help us to remember the miracle that your Son took on human flesh and came into the world as a baby.

    Help us to be willing, as children are, to live in wonder.

    First Wednesday of Advent

    The Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes

    Idon’t know about you, but if I’d been healing huge crowds for three days, and it occurred to me they might be hungry, I’d assume they could go to McDonald’s and fend for themselves.

    Not Christ. In spite of what must have been his own hunger and fatigue, his heart was moved with pity. Perhaps it was that pity, that heart, that transformed the seven loaves and a few fish into enough food to serve a multitude.

    Note that Christ doesn’t make the food materialize out of thin air: as always, he invites our contribution, however tiny it might be. Note that he orders the crowd to sit down: things with Christ were never a free-for-all. Note that he first gives thanks: Christ does nothing without the Father. Note that he breaks the loaves: just as his body would be broken on the cross. Note that instead of playing the showman, he lets the disciples distribute the food and garner the accolades: Wow, thanks, we were starving! Note that there were left-overs. Note in particular that the miracle of the loaves and fishes follows on three days of healing, and a crowd that has glorified the God of Israel.

    The inevitable manifestation of true healing and true thanks, in other words, is abundance: good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing (Lk 6:38).

    Reflection based on Matthew 15:29-37

    Heavenly Father, when there’s enough for me, help me to remember that there’s not enough for someone else.

    Open my heart. Help me to share.

    Second Monday of Advent

    The Paralytic and His Friends

    The forgiveness of sins, the parable of the paralytic at Capernaum tells us, is deeply connected to physical healing. What most needs healing, the parable tells us, is the sense of guilt that drives our actions, choices, and relationships. But maybe what the parable really tells us is how to be a friend.

    Christ always seems especially partial to those who are willing to risk ridicule in a crowd. Here, the inventive friends are so intent on the healing of their paralytic pal that they clamber up to the roof, perhaps against his protestations—"Come on, fellas, people are gonna think we’re crazy!"—and lower him down. It’s thus the friends, with their bold, confident trust in Christ, who are the real stars of the story. It’s the friends to whom Christ says, As for you, your sins are forgiven. He goes on to heal the paralytic physically, but the deeper miracle has already occurred.

    How often we assure a troubled friend, I’ll pray for you, then go about our business. How often we are stopped from true prayer by the derisive crowd in our own mind. To love one another as Christ loved us is to grab hold of our friend’s stretcher, climb on the roof, and say, "Jesus, here, over here! My friend has been stuck in pain for so long! Please help."

    Reflection based on Luke 5:17-26

    Blessed Father, keep me from being discouraged by the lingering paralyses of my friends. Let me come to you for help, so that I may take up my stretcher and go home, too.

    Third Sunday of Advent, Year A

    Rejoice—and Take No Offense

    Ionce did a forty-day silent retreat. The first time I met with my spiritual director, he asked almost the same question Christ asked his disciples here: What did you come out to the desert to see? Did you come to wallow in your weaknesses: a reed swaying in the wind? Did you come to console yourself with your riches: someone dressed in fine clothing? Did you come to groom yourself for greatness because you secretly consider yourself a prophet?

    In a way, we are all called to be prophets. Like John, we are called to prepare the way for Christ. Like John, in one way we are great and in another way we are the least. And like John, we can look for misunderstanding, persecution, and a deeply unspectacular martyrdom. Blessed is the one who takes no offense at me.

    Sometimes we can’t help asking: Why does Christ have to help the blind, the lame, the leprous, the deaf, the dead, the poor? Why doesn’t he help us—in the way we want to be helped? Why doesn’t he make us wealthier, better-looking, more successful?

    Because the human heart doesn’t rejoice at feeling superior. The human heart rejoices at serving. The human heart rejoices at the truth—which is that we are all leprous, all poor, all dead.

    The human heart rejoices at love.

    Reflection based on Matthew 11:2-11

    Blessed Father, help me to rejoice not as the world rejoices, but as the kingdom of heaven rejoices.

    Help me to take no offense at your Son.

    Third Sunday of Advent, Year B

    The Voice of One Crying Out in the Desert

    Like John in today’s Gospel, we don’t know who we are. Like John, we walk among people who do not recognize Christ. Like John, we’re called to be out-of-step with the rest of the world: to be not the light but to testify to the light.

    When John was beheaded, Christ must have known something of what was in store for him. People kill you when you point out that their way isn’t working. People kill you when you challenge them to examine their purity of heart. Casually, on a whim, they bid some other misguided soul to bring your head on a plate. The magnitude of the crucifixion lies not so much in the hideous violence, but in who and what they were trying to kill. They—and by they I mean we—were really trying to kill the Voice: the inner voice that rises again and again, because that is our humanity, and we were made that way by God, and it is the one part of us we can’t kill, no matter how hard we try.

    In a way, our whole religion consists in acknowledging the voice that cries in the wilderness of our hearts. That voice that wrenches us away from all that is familiar; all that is safe; all that lulls—as the dance of Salomé lulled; all that lies.

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